Life in the Scowle was.. different now. Different in ways that she refused to think about, so instead Celandine filled her time doing absolutely anything else. Filling caches, patrolling borders, hunting. All the things that one could expect of a leader, so it wasn't any big surprise that she found herself seeking out their newest recruit. She still didn't know enough about the pale girl, who couldn't have been much older than Morganna's last brood. It wasn't necessarily that she cared to know, either, but it was her duty now. Noemie's trail was easy enough to follow, and thank the gods for that, because Cela was always tired nowadays. If the girl had found herself much farther, the Argyris might have just turned around.
Once her bright eyes fell upon the girl's equally pale coat, she chuffed a greeting. "Are you busy?"